...All endeavours which are directed to a purely worldly end...contain within themselves the germs of their own corruption.
T. H. WhiteYou may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then - to learn.
T. H. WhiteIf it takes a million years for a fish to become a reptile, has Man, in our few hundred, altered out of recognition?
T. H. WhiteWere they, for some purpose almost too cunning for belief, only disguised as themselves?
T. H. WhiteHe did not like the grown-ups who talked down to him, but the ones who went on talking in their usual way, leaving him to leap along in their wake, jumping at meanings, guessing, clutching at known words, and chuckling at complicated jokes as they suddenly dawned. He had the glee of the porpoise then, pouring and leaping through strange seas.
T. H. WhiteThe unicorn was white, with hoofs of silver and graceful horn of pearl... The glorious thing about him was his eye. There was a faint bluish furrow down each side of his nose, and this led to the eye sockets, and surrounded them in a pensive shade. The eyes, circled by this sad and beautiful darkness, were so sorrowful, lonely, gentle and nobly tragic, that they killed all other emotions except love.
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